Well, the elections are over at the club.The politics were petty, as predicted, but the process went smoothly. My migraine flared during the politicking, and has since abated a bit, but not so much that I won't head to bed in a few minutes. I slept for a while this afternoon instead of making something for the potluck dinner, which in retrospect was a good idea on both counts: I felt better afterward, and there was more food there than anyone could reasonably eat. So, it worked out.
Can't say the same for the election itself. There was Drama, and there was Wank. Wank on a scale which I have seen equalled only in online Harry Potter RPGs. ;)
Seriously, though, there was Drama to the point where one of the people I really get on with (and, yes, am sort of in a relationship with -ack! dangling participle! Death! And no, I don't want to discuss the relationship just yet.) doesn't want to come back to the club at all. Thus, I am irked. I'm irked by the people who've made it highly unpleasant for this guy (yes, it's a guy, and no, I still don't want to talk about it) to come to the club. They've managed to pick out his weak spots, and they push his buttons until he freaks out, and then they act all holier-than-thou because he freaked out and they portray themselves as "victims." In this case, one woman (this was last night, when I wasn't there) got very drunk and, after coming to him for comfort for her problems (of which she has many), turned on him like a rabid dog, and by all accounts fought dirty and hit a good number of times below the belt before he was able to extricate himself from the argument. To his credit, he kept his cool until his roommate took him home.
It's very frustrating. I have a good, if neutral relationship with the stupid people who keep antagonizing him. I also happen to think they're being catty bitches with this guy, and that they deserve a good clubbing upside the head. They're adults, and they're basically acting like schoolyard bullies. They honestly ought to know better. I mean, what purpose does it serve to goad him? He's not doing anything to them except exisiting in the same room. They've always managed to pull this shit when I'm not around, too, so I don't feel comfortable calling them on it with only hearsay to go on. I wish that either they'd do it in front of me, so that I have a leg to stand on, or else that someone else would grow a goddamn spine and tell them to lay off. My friend has gone out of his way to keep his temper, to keep out of their way, not to antagonize them, whatever, and they're still after him like a school of sharks who've scented blood.
I'm also at a loss how to deal with my friend, because he has coping mechanisms (or a lack thereof?) that are completely different than those with which I'm familiar. Hopefully he'll be calmer next time I see him, and we'll be able to talk properly. Tonight I couldn't get him to listen to anything I had to say. Also, I suck at communicating about feelings in French. Literature and history are no problem, but nuances of feeling and emotion don't come easily to me in that language. So I got frustrated because I felt that I wasn't expressing myself clearly enough, and my head hurt, and I wasn't getting through at all. I don't think he noticed, luckily, but still. It was not a good time there.
In short, those people suck, and they've driven away my dance partner, and I'm quite put out and a bit upset about all this. Not overly so, because it's not really my issue, but people I like are hurting, and that always pisses me off.
Anyway, the people I wanted elected didn't get elected, but hey, that's the democratic process, and one of them doesn't seem too bad, although I think he's in the pocket of someone else. I don't know the someone else very well, but I think he might be decent enough. Time will tell.
I danced a bit until the room started spinning, and so I decided to come home. I'm now going to go to bed, and hopefully I'll feel 100% tomorrow morning.
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